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All the way back in June I commissioned the amazing
to draw Taslin lounging in the sun. The result was more than I could've asked for, it's truly incredible! Go give this amazing artist some love! <3
But it also sparked an idea I had been dwelling on for awhile, and that's writing about the world of my characters! So I sat down and started writing... for six months at this point. After three total rewrites and a ton of feedback on just this first instalment, I finally concocted something that I'm pleased with enough to upload. It's not perfect by any means, nor is this first instalment very long (roughly 1800 words total), but you can't expect perfection from the get-go with a new hobby!
I'd be glad to hear any feedback and constructive criticism, since I really want this to become as universally engaging as possible while I continue writing more in the future. I already got the next chapter planned and will release it when I've commissioned artwork for it as I think it adds just that extra bit to the whole thing.
But that's enough talking from me, enjoy!
Taslin glided through the sky on the gentle winds above the valley. From up here nothing looked out of the ordinary, but the truth often rested in more minute details. His stomach had been tight all morning, heavy with last night's dreams of intruding dragons. The mere thought of them made his talons clench and his wing tuck into a sharp dive, hearts aflutter at the possibility of finding his territorial markers covered by scratches of another.
His descent continued towards the fog-covered lake. This was the first marker anyone would go for to proclaim the territory as theirs. The rapid descent was slowed as his wings flared out, heading to the small opening near the lakeside. The rotten scent hanging in the air made his eyes slit up tightly.
The landing split the fog and flung sand into the air around Taslin, his wings held out in an instinctive display of power. The scent mixed with the lakeside plants fermenting away in the sand made him snort with disgust. The fears of the night were being realized with each breath he took into his long lungs, and it made his firebladder boil. Was his biggest fear to be realized on this day?
The forest around the lake was vast and green, but it still held a trace of dragon. Taslin walked up the shallow bank and sniffed the air. Yes, the scent was coming from the in there. He let out a loud snort. His claws dug into the sand and dirt before he wandered off into the forest in pursuit of answers.
The fog hindered his vision, but it didn’t hinder his sense of smell. As his vision got worse, the scent got stronger. The wind whirled through the forest, sounding like the haunted cries of the dead. It made him shiver, but each step into the forest was more determined than the last one.
A strong gust of wind swept through the trees around him. At first nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but the aftermath made him stop in his tracks. Taslin’s nostrils flared as his eyes shot open. They twitched around frantically while his breaths got increasingly rapid. The scent it carried was strong, it was threatening…
… it was male. It was the scent of a dragon.
He felt sick, his stomach threatening to expel the prey he devoured that morning. Was he ready for this fight? Had his luck finally run out and left him to the fate he was supposed to have from days back on the egg shelf?
He snapped out of his internal rambling at the sound of twigs snapping. His eyes had no time to register a target before the bright orange flames erupted from his jaws and hindered his vision. Flames licked their way around the trees, engulfing all and anything around them.
He didn't stop until his fire bladder ached. When his vision finally cleared up, all he saw was the charcoaled logs of the trees and burnt brush in front of him. Amongst the wood there was nothing, no foe or prey alike. Only the narrow gaps between each charcoaled log stared back at him.
He couldn't do it. He had to get out of this forest immediately. His body went into a trot to get out of the tight spaces around him. Each step felt like another step closer to his demise, the adrenaline pumping throughout his body. The trot became a sprint to reach any clearing to get airborne again, and the otherwise beautiful forest was becoming an increasingly tighter capsule around him as he started to roar out warnings, some of which could've been mistaken for cries of distress.
Finally he saw it. A clearing up ahead with plenty of space for his wings to spread out and take flight once more. The fears of the forest were being lifted as well as enforced for each step taken, mixing in a complex concoction of fear and relief. His hearts were pounding so quickly he might've passed out had he stayed any longer.
With a quick jump and flap of his wings, Taslin took to the sky with a bellowing roar. Birds rose from the trees in sheer fright from the resonating sound, scattering across the treetops. He flung himself around in an uncoordinated panicked circle, watching for anything that might come out of the tight spaces below him.
But nothing came. The forest fell more silent with each flap of his wings through the air. He briefly took a look in the direction of the smell before turning around, flying back to where he came from. His will to fight had failed him yet again. He wasn’t ready.
Back at the lakeside the fog had faded. Taslin felt awful, blood running cold through his body. He took another gulp of water in an attempt to calm his nerves. It was a refreshing feeling, but didn't turn his mind away from the obvious problem at hand. Why did it have to happen now? After all those years, had he not earned all of this territory? Could it really be that his sire's words had come to ring true?
The memories stung like arrows in his hide. These were not the thoughts he needed right now, and yet they resonated through his mind. He drank a final gulp of water and took off into the sky. The unfocused reflection stared back at him as he glided across the lake, joining him the in the synchronized movement of its nature as he reached the other side. Then it disappeared, replaced by the sand and brush below him.
The ruins lay up ahead. Their crumbled exterior that was once a sign of power for a long forgotten hominid species had left much to the imagination. Only a monolith stood in the center of it all, exterior so cracked it was a miracle it was even standing. Remnants of the ancient watchtowers lined the crumbled walls and the foundation of old buildings now only housed small critters that sought escape from their predators in the sky.
Taslin contemplated the option. Resting on top of one of the few remaining wall segments often allowed him to study the surrounding ruins, an activity to bring his mind off the heavy burden it now carried. Hominids were fascinating creatures, building these structures far bigger than themselves for Spirits knew what purpose. And then after pouring their life into the project, they would suddenly abandon it to nature's will and to those that followed.
However, the monolith was the most interesting. How it got there, he didn't know, but it showed traces of being as ancient as the Spirits. For reasons he couldn't explain, Taslin felt both drawn to it and afraid of it.
He circled the ruins for a short while before making his mind up. The flight continued up the mountainside in a search for more suitable spots to rest his mind, and it didn't take long for a spot to catch his eye. A rocky ledge on a vast plateau. It stuck out just above the surrounding treetops, leaving the air open and free; perfect for a lounging dragon.
Taslin descended on the ledge and landed, follow by a thud as he fell over on his side. He was tired, and the day had barely begun! The morning had been mentally taxing, with all the traces of trespassing dragons and reminder of his sire at his worst, but each deep breath slowly sidestepped both thoughts.
It was... nice.
It allowed him to calm down and take in the beauty around him. The treetops rustled in the wind as it swept across the plateau while the birds flew around them, calling out to one another about the arrival of the dragon. "Predator! Predator! Lizard come to steal eggs!" one chirped. There was always some mild amusement to be found in those birds, never quite seeming to learn that they weren't his prey. He couldn't blame them though; they weren't the smartest creatures out there, and they were purely acting on instinct after all.
Before he knew it, he had closed his eyes and fallen asleep under the sounds of panicked birds chirping over his head.
A particularly powerful gust of wind rose him from his slumber. Taslin folded a wing over his head, trying to block out the whistling noise. He knew it was a futile attempt, but his groggy mind didn’t want to get up. After a couple minutes he finally gave up and removed his wings, opening his eyes to sharp light around him. How long had he been sleeping? He squinted at the sky above him. The sun was high in the sky now.
Taslin got on his feet and arched his back into a stretch. Those light pops along his spine always brought some sort of satisfaction to his mind. He leaned forward to stretch his legs and inhaled deeply. The air was fresh and… wait, no, something was off about it. He took another deep breath to get more of that scent in the air, turning his head to the back up towards the sky. It was coming from above. It was draconic, but distinctly different from the dragon’s scent from earlier. The scent was less pungent, in fact it was female.
Taslin squinted at the sun again, and that’s when he saw it: A black silhouette circling in its warming light. A sense of relief went through his mind at first, but it quickly turned back to suspicion. What was she doing up there? Why was she here? Had she seen him? The thought made him flatten himself against the rocks in the feeble hope she wouldn’t spot him. The red scales didn’t help his situation one bit. They stood out like a sore thumb against the gray rocks, but he felt desperate in that moment.
Taslin kept an eye on her minute after minute, but she wasn’t going away; she wasn’t rising up higher either, so she mustn’t have been using any thermals. She must’ve seen him then, but she wasn’t coming for him. If anything, she was keeping her distance and inviting him to join her in the sky. Using his rationale, Taslin got up and shook his head briefly before shakingly taking flight, starting the slow climb up to the new trespasser above. She continued her slow circular flight pattern, making him doubt if she had actually seen him yet. Taslin stayed persistent though, not giving in and backing down from the confrontation before him. With hopes of a peaceful resolution on his mind, he reached out with mind-speech to the trespasser.
“Halt!”
And that's it for now! Not perfect, but a start nonetheless. Like mentioned earlier, do leave any feedback you have in the comments and I'll do my best to utilise it for better writing in the future. Regardless, I wish you all a great day!
All the way back in June I commissioned the amazing
to draw Taslin lounging in the sun. The result was more than I could've asked for, it's truly incredible! Go give this amazing artist some love! <3But it also sparked an idea I had been dwelling on for awhile, and that's writing about the world of my characters! So I sat down and started writing... for six months at this point. After three total rewrites and a ton of feedback on just this first instalment, I finally concocted something that I'm pleased with enough to upload. It's not perfect by any means, nor is this first instalment very long (roughly 1800 words total), but you can't expect perfection from the get-go with a new hobby!
I'd be glad to hear any feedback and constructive criticism, since I really want this to become as universally engaging as possible while I continue writing more in the future. I already got the next chapter planned and will release it when I've commissioned artwork for it as I think it adds just that extra bit to the whole thing.
But that's enough talking from me, enjoy!
Taslin glided through the sky on the gentle winds above the valley. From up here nothing looked out of the ordinary, but the truth often rested in more minute details. His stomach had been tight all morning, heavy with last night's dreams of intruding dragons. The mere thought of them made his talons clench and his wing tuck into a sharp dive, hearts aflutter at the possibility of finding his territorial markers covered by scratches of another.
His descent continued towards the fog-covered lake. This was the first marker anyone would go for to proclaim the territory as theirs. The rapid descent was slowed as his wings flared out, heading to the small opening near the lakeside. The rotten scent hanging in the air made his eyes slit up tightly.
The landing split the fog and flung sand into the air around Taslin, his wings held out in an instinctive display of power. The scent mixed with the lakeside plants fermenting away in the sand made him snort with disgust. The fears of the night were being realized with each breath he took into his long lungs, and it made his firebladder boil. Was his biggest fear to be realized on this day?
The forest around the lake was vast and green, but it still held a trace of dragon. Taslin walked up the shallow bank and sniffed the air. Yes, the scent was coming from the in there. He let out a loud snort. His claws dug into the sand and dirt before he wandered off into the forest in pursuit of answers.
The fog hindered his vision, but it didn’t hinder his sense of smell. As his vision got worse, the scent got stronger. The wind whirled through the forest, sounding like the haunted cries of the dead. It made him shiver, but each step into the forest was more determined than the last one.
A strong gust of wind swept through the trees around him. At first nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but the aftermath made him stop in his tracks. Taslin’s nostrils flared as his eyes shot open. They twitched around frantically while his breaths got increasingly rapid. The scent it carried was strong, it was threatening…
… it was male. It was the scent of a dragon.
He felt sick, his stomach threatening to expel the prey he devoured that morning. Was he ready for this fight? Had his luck finally run out and left him to the fate he was supposed to have from days back on the egg shelf?
He snapped out of his internal rambling at the sound of twigs snapping. His eyes had no time to register a target before the bright orange flames erupted from his jaws and hindered his vision. Flames licked their way around the trees, engulfing all and anything around them.
He didn't stop until his fire bladder ached. When his vision finally cleared up, all he saw was the charcoaled logs of the trees and burnt brush in front of him. Amongst the wood there was nothing, no foe or prey alike. Only the narrow gaps between each charcoaled log stared back at him.
He couldn't do it. He had to get out of this forest immediately. His body went into a trot to get out of the tight spaces around him. Each step felt like another step closer to his demise, the adrenaline pumping throughout his body. The trot became a sprint to reach any clearing to get airborne again, and the otherwise beautiful forest was becoming an increasingly tighter capsule around him as he started to roar out warnings, some of which could've been mistaken for cries of distress.
Finally he saw it. A clearing up ahead with plenty of space for his wings to spread out and take flight once more. The fears of the forest were being lifted as well as enforced for each step taken, mixing in a complex concoction of fear and relief. His hearts were pounding so quickly he might've passed out had he stayed any longer.
With a quick jump and flap of his wings, Taslin took to the sky with a bellowing roar. Birds rose from the trees in sheer fright from the resonating sound, scattering across the treetops. He flung himself around in an uncoordinated panicked circle, watching for anything that might come out of the tight spaces below him.
But nothing came. The forest fell more silent with each flap of his wings through the air. He briefly took a look in the direction of the smell before turning around, flying back to where he came from. His will to fight had failed him yet again. He wasn’t ready.
Back at the lakeside the fog had faded. Taslin felt awful, blood running cold through his body. He took another gulp of water in an attempt to calm his nerves. It was a refreshing feeling, but didn't turn his mind away from the obvious problem at hand. Why did it have to happen now? After all those years, had he not earned all of this territory? Could it really be that his sire's words had come to ring true?
The memories stung like arrows in his hide. These were not the thoughts he needed right now, and yet they resonated through his mind. He drank a final gulp of water and took off into the sky. The unfocused reflection stared back at him as he glided across the lake, joining him the in the synchronized movement of its nature as he reached the other side. Then it disappeared, replaced by the sand and brush below him.
The ruins lay up ahead. Their crumbled exterior that was once a sign of power for a long forgotten hominid species had left much to the imagination. Only a monolith stood in the center of it all, exterior so cracked it was a miracle it was even standing. Remnants of the ancient watchtowers lined the crumbled walls and the foundation of old buildings now only housed small critters that sought escape from their predators in the sky.
Taslin contemplated the option. Resting on top of one of the few remaining wall segments often allowed him to study the surrounding ruins, an activity to bring his mind off the heavy burden it now carried. Hominids were fascinating creatures, building these structures far bigger than themselves for Spirits knew what purpose. And then after pouring their life into the project, they would suddenly abandon it to nature's will and to those that followed.
However, the monolith was the most interesting. How it got there, he didn't know, but it showed traces of being as ancient as the Spirits. For reasons he couldn't explain, Taslin felt both drawn to it and afraid of it.
He circled the ruins for a short while before making his mind up. The flight continued up the mountainside in a search for more suitable spots to rest his mind, and it didn't take long for a spot to catch his eye. A rocky ledge on a vast plateau. It stuck out just above the surrounding treetops, leaving the air open and free; perfect for a lounging dragon.
Taslin descended on the ledge and landed, follow by a thud as he fell over on his side. He was tired, and the day had barely begun! The morning had been mentally taxing, with all the traces of trespassing dragons and reminder of his sire at his worst, but each deep breath slowly sidestepped both thoughts.
It was... nice.
It allowed him to calm down and take in the beauty around him. The treetops rustled in the wind as it swept across the plateau while the birds flew around them, calling out to one another about the arrival of the dragon. "Predator! Predator! Lizard come to steal eggs!" one chirped. There was always some mild amusement to be found in those birds, never quite seeming to learn that they weren't his prey. He couldn't blame them though; they weren't the smartest creatures out there, and they were purely acting on instinct after all.
Before he knew it, he had closed his eyes and fallen asleep under the sounds of panicked birds chirping over his head.
A particularly powerful gust of wind rose him from his slumber. Taslin folded a wing over his head, trying to block out the whistling noise. He knew it was a futile attempt, but his groggy mind didn’t want to get up. After a couple minutes he finally gave up and removed his wings, opening his eyes to sharp light around him. How long had he been sleeping? He squinted at the sky above him. The sun was high in the sky now.
Taslin got on his feet and arched his back into a stretch. Those light pops along his spine always brought some sort of satisfaction to his mind. He leaned forward to stretch his legs and inhaled deeply. The air was fresh and… wait, no, something was off about it. He took another deep breath to get more of that scent in the air, turning his head to the back up towards the sky. It was coming from above. It was draconic, but distinctly different from the dragon’s scent from earlier. The scent was less pungent, in fact it was female.
Taslin squinted at the sun again, and that’s when he saw it: A black silhouette circling in its warming light. A sense of relief went through his mind at first, but it quickly turned back to suspicion. What was she doing up there? Why was she here? Had she seen him? The thought made him flatten himself against the rocks in the feeble hope she wouldn’t spot him. The red scales didn’t help his situation one bit. They stood out like a sore thumb against the gray rocks, but he felt desperate in that moment.
Taslin kept an eye on her minute after minute, but she wasn’t going away; she wasn’t rising up higher either, so she mustn’t have been using any thermals. She must’ve seen him then, but she wasn’t coming for him. If anything, she was keeping her distance and inviting him to join her in the sky. Using his rationale, Taslin got up and shook his head briefly before shakingly taking flight, starting the slow climb up to the new trespasser above. She continued her slow circular flight pattern, making him doubt if she had actually seen him yet. Taslin stayed persistent though, not giving in and backing down from the confrontation before him. With hopes of a peaceful resolution on his mind, he reached out with mind-speech to the trespasser.
“Halt!”
And that's it for now! Not perfect, but a start nonetheless. Like mentioned earlier, do leave any feedback you have in the comments and I'll do my best to utilise it for better writing in the future. Regardless, I wish you all a great day!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 1280 x 768px
File Size 184.2 kB
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